The time that Mu Xiaoyun spent answering questions was far more than the time she spent working. Yuan Zhou didn't scold her and just let those curious customers ask.
For one hour, Mu Xiaoyun's actual working time was probably less than 10 minutes. For the rest of the time, she was dealing with those curious customers. After all, hiring an obviously underage lolita as a waitress was quite a curiosity.
As soon as it was time, Yuan Zhou began his daily routine, "Business time is up."
"I know, I know. Boss Yuan is really like a compass. He doesn't ask for more than one minute," a woman dressed in business attire said jokingly.
"Exactly. He does it every day. He says one hour and he means one hour. Not one minute more," a man at the side also echoed.
"Welcome to come again." Yuan Zhou said those words of welcome with a straight face. If it were in an ordinary restaurant, no one would care about his expressionless face. However, people with craftsmanship were willful. On the contrary, the customers felt that he had his own personality and principles. People who could stick to their principles were always enviable.
After all the customers left, Mu Xiaoyun still stayed. Suddenly, she bent down and began to apologize.
"Boss, I'm sorry."
Mu Xiaoyun was both ashamed of thinking that Yuan Zhou was a swindler and bewildered of not being able to help him just now.
"Never mind. I will be busy at noon and in the evening." Yuan Zhou didn't care about that.
"Um. Thank you, boss." The unhappiness of the little girl came and went quickly, which was also why they were cute.
With her mood turning from cloudy to sunny, Mu Xiaoyun looked at Yuan Zhou from time to time and then looked at the place where the steamer was carried out behind Yuan Zhou and swallowed her saliva secretly.
"Boss, are the Soup Dumplings really that delicious?" The desire and curiosity in Mu Xiaoyun's eyes were almost overflowing, but she still restrained herself and asked.
"Um. My craftsmanship is very good." Yuan Zhou gave an affirmative answer.
"But boss, didn't you say you would provide 100 servings every day? I counted just now and there are only 98 servings." Mu Xiaoyun asked curiously.
"I ate the remaining two servings." Looking at the longing eyes of the little girl, Yuan Zhou said calmly.
"Oh." Mu Xiaoyun's face was filled with the words' I want to eat too '. Seeing that Yuan Zhou didn't say anything, she could only respond in a low voice.
In fact, Mu Xiaoyun didn't want to take advantage of them. It was just that the customers who had just arrived all had a blissful and satisfied look on their faces. Moreover, the fragrance of the soup dumplings kept coming, making Mu Xiaoyun swallow more than half a kilogram of saliva in the morning.
If it weren't for the fact that she didn't have that much money in her pocket, Mu Xiaoyun really wanted to buy one for herself. What kind of taste could make these customers wait so willingly?
"Come here at 11: 20 at noon. Remember to eat lunch," Yuan Zhou instructed quietly.
"Um. Thank you for reminding me, boss." Mu Xiaoyun looked at the emerald green bamboo steamer reluctantly and then turned around to leave.
"It feels so troublesome. I don't know if the little girl can persist." Looking at Mu Xiaoyun walking away, Yuan Zhou muttered to himself.
"Forget it. Let's talk about it later." Yuan Zhou pulled the door down with a sound of "Hua La". He didn't intend to think about these annoying things anymore.
While walking to the second floor for a rest, he checked the progress of his mission.
[Stage Two Mission] Develop more than 100 permanent customers.
(Mission Description: A good restaurant must have more than 100 permanent customers. Only those who enter the restaurant for more than eight times a month can be called permanent customers.)
[Mission Reward] A chance at the lottery of a cuisine fragment.
(Mission Status: 96/100)
"The speed is really fast. I wonder what kind of cuisine it will be by then." Yuan Zhou stroked his forehead and guessed curiously.
…
Having kneaded the dough for the whole morning, Yuan Zhou decisively took another bath and then lay on the bed, preparing to take a nap. It was still early. It was only 9: 00 am
However, the nearby residents had all woken up. The reason was that a place only two shops away from Yuan Zhou's restaurant suddenly started a large-scale renovation. Various noises came from there.
At first, everyone thought it was another weird wake-up service. Only when they opened the window did they find three shops were renovating at the same time. The noises were quite disturbing to the residents. However, no matter how noisy the renovation was, they could only endure it.
However, someone still said angrily, "This shabby street doesn't match the office buildings over there at all. Perhaps they will be demolished soon. What's the use of the renovation?"
"Exactly. I don't know why nobody buys this area. There are only a few people here." A voice of agreement passed from the side of the window.
"I heard the land isn't cheap. Who knows? They just keep this old community." The person who had been indignant just now was also puzzled.
"Let's demolish them quickly. Maybe we can make a fortune." The voice of agreement just now was filled with expectation.
"Exactly." His words drew everyone's approval.
The little loli, Mu Xiaoyun, was on her way home. Her head was still full of the fragrance of the Soup Dumplings. She was a little absent-minded. In a daze, she bought the steamed buns and steamed buns for breakfast again. Moreover, she bought a lot this time. It was more than enough for her family of four to eat. She spent a total of more than 30 RMB.
"Why did I buy so much?" Not until Mu Xiaoyun felt very tired in her hands did she react when she lowered her head and looked at the steamed buns in her hands.
Looking at the steamed buns in her hands speechlessly, Mu Xiaoyun complained after a while, "It's all the boss's fault."
"The boss said that all the steamed buns are on the menu at noon. I wonder if they will be as delicious as the Soup Dumplings." Thinking of that, Mu Xiaoyun swallowed her saliva unconsciously again.
Feeling very hungry, Mu Xiaoyun thought of the Soup Dumplings just now and ate another three big meat buns at once.
With Mu Xiaoyun's sparrow-like appetite, it was simply incredible. Usually, it would be not bad if she could eat one greasy meat bun. But now, she actually ate three.
It seemed that Yuan Zhou had really done a lot of harm to her.
In a little while, Mu Xiaoyun returned home and started to tell her brother about what had happened in the morning. However, Mu Jieyun's reaction was relatively indifferent.
"I've known it for a long time. The dishes sold in that restaurant are not only expensive but also super delicious." One of Mu Jieyun's legs was wrapped in gauze and indeed appeared to be broken. There was an expression of "I've known it for a long time" on his delicate and handsome face.
"Brother, why didn't you tell me? I almost made a fool of myself." Mu Xiaoyun pulled Mu Jieyun's sleeves discontentedly.
"What? Do you think I'm a swindler?" Mu Jieyun looked at his sister and said with a funny tone.
"Yeah. The dishes in that restaurant are so expensive. Besides, there isn't much to eat on that street." Mu Xiaoyun was quite lively in front of her family.
"Don't worry. We'll buy them and have a taste after you get your salary." Mu Jieyun had a good plan.
Mu Jieyun had long known that the dishes in the restaurant were very expensive. Besides, Yuan Zhou also gave him a good salary. If he could get it, he could eat it several times. Of course, he could also surf the internet.
"So that's your purpose?" Mu Xiaoyun felt her brother was really acting stupid every day.
"Yes." Mu Jieyun was quite shameless and frank.
"Brother, I can tell you that the boss doesn't allow you to take food out. Even if you bring your own lunch box, you can't." Looking at Mu Jieyun's injured leg, Mu Xiaoyun said mercilessly.
"…" Mu Jieyun was directly speechless.
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